Peter Pan Page #5

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Why, Captain, cutting your hand off was

only a childish prank, you might say.

Aye! But throwing it

to the crocodile!

That cursed beast liked

the taste of me so well...

he's followed me ever since,

licking his chops...

for the rest of me.

And he'd have had

you by now, Captain...

if he hadn't swallowed

that alarm clock.

But now when he's about, he warns ya

as ya might say with his tick-tock...

tick-tock, tick-tock.

Smee? Smee!

Oh, save me, Smee!

Please, don't let him get me, Smee!

Please, don't let him

get me, Smee! Smee!

Here now, shame on ya.

Upsettin' the poor Captain.

There'll be no handouts today.

Shoo now, shoo!

Go on, go on, off it. Off with ya,

I say, go away, go away, out of here.

- Is he gone, Smee?

- Aye, Captain, all clear.

- Nothin' to worry about.

- Oh, Smee, Smee.

I can't stand it any longer.

I tell you, I can't.

Now, now, now, now, Captain.

Just relax.

What you need is a shave.

A nice soothing shave.

There now.

Oh, a pirate's life

is a wonderful life

A- sailing over the sea

Give me a career as a...

Captain, you know,

I can't help noticin'...

you just ain't been

your usual jolly self of late.

Give me a career as a buccaneer

And the crew's gettin'

a might uneasy, Captain.

That is,

what's left of it.

Now, why don't we put

to sea, see? Leave Never Land.

Forget Peter Pan.

There now!

Give me a career as a buccaneer

We'd all be a lot happier,

not to mention a lot healthier.

Captain? Oh, dear! I never

shaved him this close before.

Now, don't worry, Captain.

L-It must be somewhere about.

Get up, you idiot!

Aye, aye, sir.

Ooh! I found it, Captain.

- Good as new.

- Why, you blithering blockhead!

- Peter Pan ahoy!

- What? What? Where away?

Three points off

the starboard bow!

Swoggle me eyes!

It is Pan!

Headed this way with

some more of those scurvy brats!

Mr Smee, pipe up the crew!

A-Aye, aye, sir. Uh, pipe up

the crew. Uh, pipe up the crew.

All hands on deck!

All hands on deck!

All hands on deck!

All hands on deck!

Look alive, you swabs!

- We've got him this time, Mr Smee.

- That we have, Captain.

Man the Long Tom,

you bilge rats!

- I've waited years for this.

- That's not countin' the holidays either.

Double the powder

and shorten the fuse!

Shorten the powder

and double the fuse!

A pretty sight, Mr Smee.

We'll pot 'em

like sitting ducks.

- All right, men! Range 42.

- "Range 42."

- Elevation 65.

- "Elevation 65."

- Three degrees west.

- "Three degrees west."

Steady now! Steady!

Oh, Peter, it's just as

I've always dreamed it would be.

Oh, look, John,

there's Mermaid Lagoon.

By Jove!

And the Indian encampment!

Oh, look, there's

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